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Sep 2015
You will see no more
Weapons in the world,
If my dream comes true
And the war is hurled.

Weapons ****
And weapons burn.
Weapons are terrible,
They always turn

Man into corpse.
Heaven into hell.
I have seen children
What should I tell?

In the lap of mothers,
With bleeding eyes.
Death over every one
Like a vulture flies.

Play your part,
Come and Awake!
Don't waste time.
Move and make

A weapon free world.
Without any plight
What the world would be
Without any fight.

Where peace prevails
Like a paradise
Come! come! Come!
Reach and rise.
Written by
Zulfiqar Ali Bhatti  Pakistan
(Pakistan)   
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